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I'll see you next week.

Repent, or die.

You what?

Repent, or die.

Fuck this.

I'm going home.

You can't.

Too early.

She's right, you know. They don't see.

Not with him up there.

Plague? Yeah, fucking plague.

You're out.

Get the shit out of me.

Do you think you're going?

Nowhere. Wrong.

You're coming with me.

You two, get back on that corner, or
I'll tell Jake you've been leaving early

again.

Good girl.

I don't like this.

Listen, you'll be fine.

Be nice.

Be good.

And have fun.

Come on.

I'm having such a good time.

Another night, another horrific crime
scene.

Three bodies believed to be the latest
victims of Dr Plague were discovered

a few hundred metres from here in the
early hours of this morning.

The police insist the murders are gang
-related, dismissing claims of a serial

killer. However, sources closest to the
investigation suggest the unusual

staging of the bodies, moved and
deliberately placed, points to something

than a typical gang dispute.

Detective Verney.

There is a body over here, and these two
bodies are from rival gangs. Have you

seen the bodies?

No, sir. Well, let's have a look, eh?

Jesus.

Jesus. That was all in one piece this
time, eh?

If you ask me, the doctor's doing us all
a favour.

Certainly clearing out the rubbish,
that's for sure.

Wait, are we sure this is not just some
gang rivalry thing? What do you reckon?

Fulcher boys?

Rave diggers? Blood?

Torture boys over there, grave diggers
here.

This is the ninth one they've lost so
far.

What a fuck -a -socker.

Yep.

Well, I'm at work, aren't I?

Yes. Have you tried his mobile?

All right. I can't deal with it now.

I'll get on it later. Yeah.

No cameras again, all right? Nothing.

You really want to hit the ground
running, Deceptic?

Yes, sir.

You get yourself back to the station,
right? Get on the phone, you check out

every camera that you can find. Ours,
plus the private ones as well. But you

never know, we might get lucky.

All I know at the moment is, three
months in, we've got 25 dead, and six

still missing, right? Probably abducted.

Get on it.

Yes, sir. That's what I don't understand
is, is why is he killing some of them

and not the rest?

That's what we're trying to find out,
isn't it?

Yes, sir.

Sam! Yes, sir.

Don't call me sir.

No, sir.

Let's find out who this no -sir is, too.

Otherwise, we're going to start taking
our own actions. You know what I mean?

And if you don't want that... No, I
won't.

Jen? Detective.

You alright?

Hmm.

Jutes wasn't alone last night.

He's with our friend Sarah.

Sarah? Sarah Stringer.

We haven't seen her since you left with
him last night.

You sure about that?

Hmm. 100%. Alright.

You take care of yourself, alright?

Hmm.

What is up, Plague Nation?

So today we are going to be talking
about our killer's weapon of choice. And

know, the cops, they are useless.

Because let's be honest here, Dr.

Plague, he is making history.

Still nothing?

I'm afraid not.

Every time she does anything is when
she's dreaming, and even then it

I'm surprised you're watching.

I do.

Did she ever use the charcoals and paper
I brought in last time?

No, it's been nothing.

She can't talk, she's drunk.

Mary, you have a visitor.

Good to see you, Mary.

Listen to me.

I need your help.

A man that hurt you.

That attacked you.

He's killed the kid.

You're the only person that's ever seen
him.

If there's anything you can tell me
about the night you were attacked, I

your help.

We can't let this happen to someone
else.

If there's anything you can remember
about the night you were attacked,

at all,

Did you hear her voice? What did it
sound like? Anything at all?

You just tell her it was a call.

And she'll call me.

Anytime in the night or day.

Alright?

What was it, Mary? What was it?

Repent. Yeah, go on.

Repent.

Or die.

Mary, let him go.

Repent or die.

Repent or die.

Repent or die.

That's how far you take shit. If that
girl says anything.

Anything at all.

I'm your first call.

Sam.

Yes, tell me something good.

You were right.

The torture boy's victim wasn't alone
last night.

There was another girl.

Carry on checking the cameras on the
surrounding area.

Yeah, widen that search to about a mile.
We've got to find out how he's getting

in and out, all right?

Well, I don't know, do I?

He's not a fucking ghost, is he?

Huh? Just find him!

Doesn't end.

This needs to be the end.

This is the end.

It's not that, it's... Well, what then?

What, are you worried about the flight?

Don't worry about that, we've got that
covered.

Is it that obvious?

Yes. You might as well have a massive
siren on your head.

Get in the car.

It's a take in your own.

Nah, I'm alright.

I'm not after you now.

Dad, you can't make me come with you.

Is this yours?

That's not mine. I don't see anyone else
here.

You know I could take you in for less
than that, didn't you?

You wouldn't do that.

No, I wouldn't.

Because I'm taking you home.

I don't want you seeing them anymore.

They're my mates, Tad.

No, they're not.

Guys like that don't have mates.

Whatever.

Did they tell you what happened last
night?

Hmm? What Plague did to two of their
moths?

Yes. Of course, everyone knows.

But don't worry, we're taking care of
it.

What's that supposed to mean?

What's that supposed to mean, take care
of it? Hang on a minute, I ain't

finished with you. Mum's got dinner
ready and I'm starving.

He's late.

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

I found him down by Smith's.

God, really?

Yeah. Those are all the smackheads,
aren't they? What's he doing down there?

he just had a bag of grass, you know.
All kids do it. A bag of grass. Oh, my.

This is getting out of hand. You've got
to do something about this. Yeah, I am.

You are?

Yeah, I'm talking to him.

Well, that's clearly not enough, is it?

He needs a proper dad.

Oh, come on, we're not going there
again, are we?

I'd still be here if it weren't for you.
No, no, no, no, no, no. You cannot

blame this on me.

If you'd managed to keep it in your
pants, then maybe I wouldn't have had to

kick you out. I told you, it's just the
once. Just the once. That's all. Oh,

yeah, once.

That's the truth.

You didn't expect me to believe that.

I've got to take this. Oh, God, here we
go again. You can't even talk to the

mother of your only child about your
son's wealth. Oh, get rid of them. Hang

a minute. Now, do you know what, John?
Take your precious call.

Just do me a favour and take an interest
in his life before it's too late.

Go on.

It's better be important.

You're under arrest!

Last night the investigation took
another shocking turn.

Newly surfaced footage appears to show
Detective Inspector John Verney in a

violent altercation with a popular
YouTuber.

The clip has intensified criticism of
the police, fueling concerns that law

enforcement is losing its grip.

Protests have erupted across the city,
driven by fears that authorities can no

longer contain the escalating violence.

Some see Verney's actions as those of a
man pushed to his limits, while others

believe they expose deeper issues within
the police service.

Chief Inspector Parker is expected to
make a statement later tonight.

But it's not just answers the public
want. It's decisive leadership.

It's gone viral.

Basically, everybody's seen the crap out
of that kid.

OK,

Jones.

Yes, sir, he's here. He's here with me
now, sir.

OK, sir.

Go on, chat.

Come on, then.

On your own.

It's best to stop the play, John. You
can buy the costume online now. Well,

is that, John?

Well, we're cashing in, aren't we?

Cashing in, because the public are
bought into this ridiculous idea that

is this Jack the Ripper -like maniac on
the loose.

Yeah, and they'd be right.

Based on what?

A few grainy images of someone wearing a
mask.

The theories of a few internet wackos.

No, no, no. That footage is real. We had
it authenticated. Do you know that?

All the killings so far are on gang
members or those affiliated with them in

some way. This is a gang matter.

No, no, no. Gangs don't conduct.

I mean, where are they going to take
them? All I know is that we've got six

seven people connected with these
murders that are still missing.

It's all circumstantial. Not everything
is a conspiracy, John. I know that. I'm

not saying it is.

I just want to find her before it's too
late. Look, I'll be honest with you. I

just got off the phone with the super.

And she has suggested it be a good idea
to get a fresh pair of eyes on all of

this.

Have you stood down? No, not yet.

We agree you can work till the end of
this month.

But if sufficient progress isn't made by
then, we're going to bring in someone

else to lead the task force.

Ridiculous. I hear you saw Mary Woodall.

I guess she gave you the job.

I told you that.

I've got to get with the gang.

The solution to everything is with the
gang.

Concentrate on the gangs, never mind the
bogeyman.

Hello?

Hey.

Hey, mate.

Hello. You all right?

I'm all right.

Good.

Look, how do you find you're going to
the cinema tomorrow night?

Do you know?

I can meet you after work.

You can choose a movie.

Yeah. Yeah, sure. That sounds good.
Great.

Should we say six o 'clock?

How's that sound?

Six is good.

Good. All right. I'll see you there.

And, mate, choose something we both
like, eh?

Yeah. All right. Good.

See you later.

Cheers, Dad.

Hello?

What's going on?

Dan.

I wanted to talk to you.

Off the record.

Yeah, sure, boss, but shouldn't we be
heading on over to the junkyard crime

scene? We can talk in the car.

Are you familiar with the Whitechapel
murders?

Jack the Ripper?

Yeah. Yeah, I mean, everyone's heard of
him, right?

Yeah, you know, I've been doing some
reading.

The similarities are obvious when you
look at it.

The choice of victims, the location, the
ferocity of the attacks, even the

messaging that's left behind.

OK, so why the secrecy, though? Why are
we on the roof?

Well, they say Jack was never caught
because he had friends in high places.

It was connected to the aristocracy.

A secret society.

They say that he even had his claws into
the map.

Wait, so you think our killer's got an
accomplice on the job?

You know, plague only attacks where
there's no camera coverage, right?

So either you're really lucky or he's
got someone on the inside.

OK, so what now?

He's got to leave a trail somewhere, and
when he does, you jump on it.

You get yourself over to the emergency,
and when you're done there, you check

every piece of CCTV that we've got,
every single frame, you find anything,

come to me.

No one else.

Understood? Someone's got to know who he
is.

Wait, are you not coming over to the
crime scene?

I've got something I need to do.

So you're a professor of medieval
history and religious symbolism, right?

A professor emeritus.

I was wondering if you could help me
identify this.

Do you recognise it?

Yeah, that looks like some kind of
flame. Well, it's a piece of evidence,

ongoing inquiry at the moment.

Fire is one of the base elements.

But fire can also be a symbol of
cleansing, of purging and renewal.

It's a force of truth, a light in the
darkness.

More darkness than light recently.

Well, without fire we'd...

He'd be dead, inside and out.

Did you say you got this? I did.

Hmm.

I have an idea.

What is up, Plague Nation? It's your
boy, Eric, with big, no, huge news

about tomorrow's show.

Live, 8pm, I'm going to be joined by
Jake Portelli, a man whose friends,

family, associates have all been...

brutally and viciously killed by none
other than Dr.

Plague.

Jake wants to go on the record, raw,
unfiltered, with a personal message to

killer himself.

So that's right, Plague.

If you're watching, and I know you are,
you do not want to miss this.

I've seen it.

It's had half a million views already.

I'll give me left nut for that sort of
coverage.

It's not journalism, it's clickbait.

Nothing more than self -promotion and
narcissism.

Call it what you want.

This little twerp keeps getting a jump
on her.

And I'm not having it.

We've got out there like a model day
joke, a ripper.

He's out there cutting up kids with
impunity, but what, no one knows his

identity? No, I don't buy it.

So what are you suggesting, some kind of
conspiracy?

Yeah, damn right I am.

Well, we're living in an age of fake
news and cover -ups.

But that's not us.

We're in the truth business.

Well, at least we were the last time I
looked. See, good old -fashioned print

journalism can still make a difference.

We can make a difference.

I'm not saying you're wrong.

I'm not wrong.

But if you are, and it's a big if, what
then?

We're going to look like fools if we're
on the wrong side of this story.

Well, let me worry about that.

You know the lead investigator, don't
you?

Yes. A dinosaur who still thinks he's in
the cleaning.

Yeah, well, John Verney's one of their
best detectives.

But the victims aren't important.

The killer must be.

So what do you want me to do?

Well, you and Verney have history, don't
you?

Don't flutter your eyelashes.

Whisk between our things.

Do I really need to spell it out?

You want me to whore myself?

I think you'll find it's called being
sex -positive these days.

Get me a quote.

Something, anything.

There's a book on the front page.

Go on then.

The clock ticking.

Right.

And, um, upload... Oh, sorry.

It seems that your symbol belonged to a
secret society called the Brethren of

the Flame. The Brethren believed that
the pandemic was divine wrath

and judgment upon a sinful society.

Among their number...

was a faction who would go out disguised
as plague doctors to

kill those they deemed corrupt and
criminal and who refused to repent.

Plague doctors.

What about a revival?

Is it safe to assume that your visit is
somehow connected with the killings that

are happening in East London?

It's the only thing about the Brethren.

abducting people.

No, I'm very not.

Because you're looking to that for me.

I'm very, very busy.

Now, if you can give me any sort of
help, we could save lives.

I don't think I can refuse, can I?

I'd appreciate if you'd keep our
conversation just under wraps, you know.

don't want anything getting out and
provoking him.

Yeah.

Look, here's my card.

Call me if you think of anything, okay?

I'll see myself out.

Right.

Hello, John.

It's Francesca.

Yeah, I know. It's been a long time.

Too long.

I was thinking maybe we can get
together.

I ran through the other disappearances,
and in all instances, there's no sign of

Blake or where he takes them. It's like
they just disappear.

We know this, right? But I think I found
something.

You see, there's this theory that during
his killing spree, the Ripper would use

the city's auditory tunnel for their
capture.

That theory later gave birth to those
boogeyman -like tunnels we hit today.

They're still down there lurking,
waiting one day to re -emerge.

Now, this map here dates back to the
late 19th century when those tunnels

still in use. Yeah.

I've managed to match all the crime
scenes, all the plague murders and

disappearances with all the CCTV blind
spots.

And what about this stuff? The green?

What's that mean?

Those are all the old utility tunnel
openings.

And they were used to transport the sick
and dying out of London during the

bubonic plague.

Like plague dogs.

But I think this is how plague is
escaping and where it's taking those

Shit.

Shall we go tell the guards?

No, just keep it clean ourselves for a
while.

I think we need something a little bit
more concrete before we take a seat on

there.

Let's go find something.

Hello?

When?

You're joking.

Don't worry, I'm on my way.

Are you okay?

You carry on doing that. I've got to go
look for some mirrors.

I'm protective.

So what happened?

She cut off her own tongue on birthday
day.

She must have had a psychotic episode
during the night.

There was nothing we could do.

She was dead when we found her.

What do you mean she cut her own tongue
off?

How?

We found some scissors in her room.

It's unfortunate, but sometimes the
patients hide things from us.

Things that can cause them danger.

Goodbye, Detective.

Hello mate, what's up?

No, no, no, no, no.

I just didn't think it mattered, that's
all.

Yeah, no, look, you're right.

I should have told you, Jake. I'm sorry.

What?

I don't know.

I don't know. I don't have it.

My dad, my dad.

My dad, he took it. He found it and he
took it.

Look, I'm sorry, Jake. I promise I'll
make it up to you.

I promise.

Jake?

Sorry I'm late.

No, it's fine.

Oh, you remembered.

Here.

Is everything all right?

Off the record, not really.

Our only living witness to a plague
attack has just died.

What happened?

Well, it's negligence, if you ask me.

Sorry.

What's the position of the chief
inspector on this?

He thinks it's all gang -related.

Really? From what you've described of
the murders, it's so obviously

ideologically driven.

What's his big brain take on that?

He thinks all the missing are related to
the murders.

He thinks it's all suspect.

Well, you know what I'm going to say.

Well, you should. He's an idiot.

You should have that job. Or better, not
that... paper -pushing path of least

resistance. I've got too many black
marks against me.

Yeah, I'm on my one.

Any other breakthroughs?

Off the record?

Off the record?

Yeah, I think we might have.

We think the plague is using this whole
system of utility tunnels to escape from

the scene of the crime.

Have you taken that to the chief?

No, I've already escaped onto the ice.

When I go to the old man, I've got to
take more than just a hunch.

I heard about the divorce.

Yeah, well, it happened.

Is there anything to do with that?

No.

Well, maybe.

Did your wife find out?

She found out I was seeing someone.

Didn't know it was you.

Sorry.

What about you?

You disappeared quickly, didn't you?

Didn't even say goodbye.

Yeah, why do you think?

I'm sick of all the lies.

Want to get out?

Don't be caking that shit on me. I don't
want to look like a fucking satsuma.

I know what I'm doing.

She did makeup in college, you know.
She's got certificates and everything.

And who the fuck asked you?

I was just saying.

Yeah? Well, don't. You can fuck off.

I haven't even finished your hair yet.

Yeah? Well, you're done. Fuck off.

Fuck this.

I'll be in the hot tub.

Fucking mouth on that.

Mate, the chat's blowing up for real.

Listen to this.

Is this going fucking viral or what?

You're trending, man.

Well, what's the difference?

Well, trending is like when...

Oh, well, do you know what? I don't give
a shit. Just fucking, just carry on

doing what you're doing.

And what do you think of my shirt?

Yeah, it's fine.

Fine.

Fucking fine.

Jake, it looks great.

You look great.

You sure?

Sure. Hey, we're good to go.

Alright, fuck it. Come on, let's do
this.

We're going live in three, two, one.

What is up, Plague Nation?

This is it, as promised, the big one.

Tonight, I'm here with a special guest.

A man who has experienced unspeakable
horrors and bloodshed in recent weeks.

It's my main man, Jake Tortelli. What
are you saying, Jake?

Listen, I'm not gonna lie.

It's been dark, dark times.

Yeah. Because of, uh, Dr. Plague, right?

Because of what he's done?

People he's killed? I mean, your people.

Their whole life's in front of them.
It's tragic.

Let's say that Dr.

Plague is watching this right now.

Have you got a message for him?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

Listen, you fucking psychotic... Sorry,
I'm late. I, er... Sorry.

Oh. Sorry.

Listen, you fucking clown. You think
that you can come here in my manner,

my people, my fucking family.

You're wrong.

Because this is what's going to happen.

I'm coming for you.

You hear me?

And I'm going to fuck you up bad.

And this ain't no idle threat. That's a
gold -plated promise from me to you. I'm

going to fuck you up. I want Plague
dead.

I want his head on a spike.

I want to piss on his corpse.

I want to... You motherfucker.

I'm going to kill you.

Shit.

They're everywhere.

Listen, fellas.

It's anyone.

Last night a horrific home invasion left
multiple people dead with parts of the

attack streamed live on the internet.

The shocking footage has since gone
viral.

Dr Plague is no longer just a local
nightmare.

His crimes are now global news.

With no arrests, no suspects and no
clear end in sight, the city remains on

knife edge.

John, wake up. It's Liam.

Oh, no, my head is burning as well.

I don't see them all.

It's your son.

It's on the news.

John.

Is this for real?

Did you see my boy?

My boy was here.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. He
was meant to be with you. He was meant

be with you. I know, I know.

I'm texting you. You're lying bastard.

You're lying fucking bastard.

He was meant to be with you.

He was meant to be with you.

He was meant to be with you.

No, no, no, he's not here. He's not
here.

It's all right.

You've got to take it. Mr. White, he's
not here.

He's not here.

Sir, sir.

What's up, Liam?

He was here tonight.

I think Dr. Plague has taken him down a
few times.

Oh, Dr. Plague. What the hell are you
talking about? The other day I went to

Mary. She passed me this note. I think
this is the symbol that she saw the

that she was attacked.

I did check that out by an expert. He
said it's the symbol of some ancient

religious cult called the Reverend of
the Knife. I think all of these attacks,

all of these plague attacks, they're
connected to this cult somehow.

And that's why Mary was killed.

Because she passed me the note. She was
warning me.

Murdered by who?

Dr. Cole.

Are you serious?

No, have a look on the note. Look, look
what Mary wrote. Look, she knew she was

being watched by the Brethren.

What does this have to do with tunnels?

Detective Jones, the story was this old
utility tunnel system.

I think Plague has been using it to
organise its attacks and to escape from

these victims. We were going to go down
there, but I got this call from Mary.

And where's Detective Jones now?

I don't know.

I've got a couple of missed calls.

I called him back. He wasn't there. But
listen, we need uniforms down here. We

need swordsmen. We need them now. We
can't muck about. They're not calling SO

-19 into tunnels because you believe in
a medieval secret society.

I need evidence.

You've got it in your hands. But there's
scribblings of a dubious woman whom we

can't even interview now because she's
dead. For fuck's sake, my boy is wishing

to understand.

Here you go.

Let you sell it.

For God's sake, John, listen to
yourself.

Look around.

This is gang warfare.

If you'd listened to your surgeries and
not focused on these fancy theories,

this may not have happened. I'm sorry,
John, but I'm suspending you until

further notice.

Oh, you bollocks.

Hello?

Detective, it's Professor Waltzman.

Yeah, is that any good time?

I have more information for you about
the Slytherin slaves. More information?

Where are

you going?

The room.

The room.

She doesn't.

Pregnancy books.

Sarah?

Congratulations, John. You did it.

She found a full confession admitting
murdering those three gang members that

night. She claims they were abusive and
pimping her out and that she used plague

as a cover to kill them. And after...

She went in those pubs to evade arrest.

According to her, this Dr.

Plague is nothing more than some simple
figure that these gang members use to

frighten each other and settle old
scores.

Oh, come on, what are you talking about?

You don't believe her, do you?

What's not to believe? She's confessed
to everything.

She has a motive.

This was never the work of a mass
murderer.

Let alone this ancient resurrected cult.
You've been chasing a ghost.

And what about Sam?

Is he one of her own?

Mary, the symbol, the brethren of the
flame.

Huh? What about my son who's still out
there?

All within the framework of her
condition.

What, are you saying that my son is part
of this?

Huh? I mean, just give me five minutes
with her. Right, let me talk to her.

It's got to be something more to this
than gangs and some fucked up cosplay.

I'm sorry, John, I can't. Why can't you
see this?

There's no easy way to help.

I've been informed that your
disciplinary hearing has been concluded.

You're going to be dismissed from active
duty.

What? I'm fired?

I'm sorry, John, but let's be honest.
The writing's been on the wall for some

time now. You know that.

Lawyer, the signpost doesn't change the
destination.

Your union rep will call you later.

You've been.

I've been worried about you.

I can see you've been busy.

Have you been searching the tunnels?

Yeah.

Have you found anything yet?

What are they?

They're Brethren symbols.

I found loads of them down there.

See, back in the day, the Brethren, they
were involved in all sorts of black

magic and sorcery.

I think these are like occult talisman
or they're warnings to others to stay

away, something like that.

Well, maybe you should.

I mean, no, sorry, of course.

Oh, I've got to go.

Please, don't do that.

I don't want what happened to Sam happen
to you too.

My son is down in those tunnels.

I'm going to find him.

Look up when you leave.

I need to talk to you about the bread
you're going to sell on the 5 o 'clock

office.

Wait!

What happened to your face?

I was attacked.

Attacked? Why not?

It doesn't matter. If you look at those
pictures that I left you, the thing was

in the front. Are you here in an
official capacity?

Why exactly?

Well then may I ask what capacity you
are here in exactly?

I need to... Look, erm... John...

I have been asked to distance myself
from the investigation of yours.

What?

Why? Well, they say that my association
with you will damage the reputation of

the university.

They? Who are they?

You were the one who told me about the
break room of the Freudian first class.

I'm sorry.

I've argued them to turn up unannounced
in future. In fact, it's best that you

don't turn up at all. No, listen to me,
Ray.

When I first met them, it was Thomas.

I thought the signposts, I thought they
were warning signs telling people to

stay away. But they're not. They're
telling you which way to go. But to me,

missing, right? Because I keep going
round in circles.

John, leave. Leave. Please leave.

Leave. Listen to me. My son is down
there, right? My son is meeting and he's

down there. If you know anything,
anything at all about a signpost, you're

to tell me now. Do you understand?

There is something.

I don't know if it's real, but the
simple, the branches.

They're not random.

They face in a direction.

What were you expecting?

A monster?

Why are you doing this?

You can let me go. I won't tell anyone.
I promise.

I am no monster.

When all is said and done, I'm not that
much different to you.

No one is.

Wasn't that long ago I was in your
position.

A lost soul.

But I repented.

And everything became so clear.

Clear. You're killing people. People!

No.

Not people.

We have cleansed this city.

He gave birth to a 16 -year -old girl
named Lucy.

She was bright.

She was funny.

When she had dreams of becoming a
doctor, just imagine the difference she

could have made.

And Lucy was not his first victim
either.

Police failed those guns and their fans.

We won't.

See? The world just became a safer
place.

All right, so he did do those things. He
did.

All right, he did.

He did that on with you 100%, I promise.

But the police, they're not all like
that.

My daddy's trying to make a difference.

Oh, yes.

I know all about the great John.

being dismissed.

Why?

Because of the choices he made.

He seems to think the rules don't apply
to him.

Come on, be honest.

When did he ever put your names or your
mother's ahead of his own?

Attention, Liam.

You just need... Direction.

Bernie's off the case.

I heard.

Well, you know why, don't you?

The official word is internal
restructuring.

I think we both know that's crap.

Oh, God, it's crap.

The moment he's starting to get close to
the truth, bang, he's out.

What, coincidence? I don't think so. I
am telling you, this is one big cover

and it stinks to my oven. Jesus, you're
starting to sound like those pinfoil hat

loonies. You don't have a shred of
evidence.

Wrong.

Voila.

What's that?

It's a symbol of an ancient cult.

The brotherhood of the slave.

They're the ones behind this.

I make mine from my old cleats, you see.

There's someone on the inside.

Someone who's had enough of the
bloodshed.

Wanted to be on the record.

Eddie, I'm worried about you.

I know you should take a break.

Be with the family.

You haven't met my family, have you?

We have a duty to our leaders to expose
criminality and corruption.

Hell, we have a duty to every man, woman
and other of this country.

That's a fact.

That's Darius.

We've been watching him for a while.

He's on his way to that new club in town
where he'll sell his product.

MDMA, ketamine, whatever else he's
cooked up.

If we choose not to act, he will spread
his

poison. And ruin more lives.

Or... We can do something.

Give him the choice.

Repent or die.

No.

Some things there's no coming back for.

You, Liam.

You do have a choice.

What will it be?

Oh, fuck.

Fuck. That's it. That's the Bransworth's
here. Take your lock. Do it. Go on.

Congratulations.

You just made the world a safer place.

Hello? Detective Varney.

You look like shit.

You got it?

I hate you being kicked off the job.

Must be like losing a piece of your
soul.

You got it or not?

I've got it.

Let's get it on then.

They made a real mess of you, didn't
they?

If you can't help me, I've got somebody
else who can.

No steering.

In the UK or Europe.

Totally clean.

A human order for you.

Single mag, fully loaded.

You take this, and you're heading down
the road, and there's no coming back.

Give me that phone.

Only hell here.

They really got a piece.

Jesus. What are you trying to do? Finish
me off?

Sorry, mate.

So where is this mysterious horse?

Here. You'd better not be yanking my
chain.

I'm not.

But you have to understand this is a
delicate situation.

It's like the Freemasons. You can't just
walk away when you've had enough.

Not without consequences.

This... individual needs to be certain
you're prepared to go all the way.

No matter what.

I am.

I had a funny feeling, you might say.

What do you mean?

This sinner has been cleansed.

Why did you bring me to the cave?

I think Liam's down here.

Why are we here, John?

Oh, shit.

It's a dead end.

Isn't that the Brethren symbol?

What does it mean?

Oh, Tom.

Just one more.

Just one more.

How are we?

That's a forest.

behind you.

It's not a flame.

It's a tree.

Where's my son?

He is quite safe.

I want to see him.

Oh, you will see.

You will see everything.

Where's my boy?

Hello, John.

Where is he? Where's my boy?

All in good time.

If you find him. I will kill you. I
swear to God, I will kill you.

No, John.

You are not in any position to threaten
anyone just now.

I want to see him.

Very well.

Let us begin our reunion.

Now.

It wasn't a threat. It was a choice.

You weren't killing him. You were
recruited.

You killed Mary, right?

She was cleansed.

After that, and a measured disclosure of
information,

it wasn't difficult to have you
discredit yourself to your senior

After all, who would believe all of
this?

But I was not the only person that you
encountered the day that Mary died.

Or have you forgotten?

After you came to visit me, I had
Francesca go to keep an eye on you.

While we...

took care of Mary.

Just tell me, was it before or after we
met her?

Oh, John.

When our leadership realized you
couldn't be turned, I was sent

That's why I left you.

I just want to see my boy.

We gave you so many chances, but you
would not give it up.

The only reason we haven't killed you
already is that Francesca thought that

might join us.

I just want to see my boy.

I want to see my son. You're all crazy.

We are the cure for a sick and diseased
society.

And you think you're the one to do that,
do you?

My grandfather and I?

Yes.

Jack the Ripper.

Well done.

Unfortunately, my grandfather died.

Before he had a chance to recruit to our
cause.

And so it was left to me, eventually, to
take up his mantle.

He is buried underneath this very tree.

See how it has grown unlike any other in
the forest.

Nurtured by the blood of mine own.

Surviving for decades.

A flame that will never die.

Just bring me my boy.

The brethren of the flame have always
been and will

always be all of us here.

is our newest recruit.

Jesus Christ.

No.

Jesus Christ.

Your son is here on his own volition.

I don't know where to touch you.

I've repented and I'm cleansed.

Your son Has repented.

And the gods are well pleased.

Just let him go, please. Just let him
go.

Your son is here on his own volition,
John.

Just let him go.

He has embraced our cause.

And so can you.

I mean it, Hugh.

And a wholesome life.

Think about it.

We can be together.

And you can be with your son again.

And we can be a new family.

And you can be happy.

Do you want to be happy, John?

You fucking bastard.

You wrong man.

Very well.

High priestess.

Prepare thy knife.

The plague story has run its course.

It's time to move on. But people are
still talking about it.

Gossip and hearsay aren't news.

Leave that to the crackpots on social
media. I want a thousand words on the

government's outsourcing bill by the end
of the day.

What about Vernie?

It's tragic.

Of course it is.

But a secret society?

Kill a plague doctor?

I mean, really.

Whatever next?

Lizard people in Downing Street?

I don't think so.

Well, go on then.

The clock's ticking.

Tick -tock.

Tick -tock.